The formidable wind gusted around the two remaining occupants of the Mystic Falls gang. They had successfully been able to let several of the wrongly deceased back through the gates of life. Including his drinking buddy Alaric, beloved girlfriend Elena, and blood brother Stefan. But something had gone wrong. Liv and Luke ended the spell to soon. Now Damon and Bonnie were stuck on the other side. The same other side that was crumbling down at that very moment. The same other side that was sucking supernatural beings into oblivion. The growing white glared like headlights and shone so brightly it blinded them. Damon had to lift his hand to shield his face. He looked down at Bonnie, who in this moment looked small and fragile, no longer the strong, judge witch she presented herself to be. He frowned slightly, Bonnie hadn't been a witch for a long time. A large tremor shook the ground and the bright light intensified.
"It's coming down isn't it?" Damon asked. He already knew the answer. There would be no last minute save. It was over and they were both going to die with it. Bonnie answered him anyway.
"It is." she murmured dejectedly. She had a look of resignation in her eyes. She had already accepted their ground rocked tremendously once more. "I'm sure there are a million people we'd both rather be with right now, but…" Bonnie trailed off. Her hand wrapped around his and gripped it tightly. In that moment, Damon appreciated everything Bonnie did for them and tried to do for them. In retrospect, he should have been more grateful, but his pride wouldn't allow him to admit it.
"A couple thousand at most." he murmured in a purely Damon fashion. They faced each other for the first time since the turned around to the lights. Their faces had untold apologies written all over them. He could see a ghost of a smile on her face and he gave his own signature trademark smirk.
The ground rocked sharpy to the left and they struggled to stand up right. The light had drowned out much of the forest that previously surrounded them.
"Do you think it will hurt?" Bonnie muttered offhandedly, The wind picked up speed.
"I don't kno-" Damon began and the light consumed them.
8 months later….
Damon found at very quickly that going into the light did not necessarily mean an entrance into peaceful oblivion. Or if that was true. The light that had consumed them was the exception. They'd been swept away from the dark forest of the other side and transported ion a white expanse of nothing. They had sat there chained to a wall that blended into the white background. An utterly boring way to past the time.
The first week Bonnie and Damon appeared in the white expanse, they tried to break out. Unfortunately, fate had worked against them. Damon had lost his vampiric strength and speed. Bonnie lost her ability to switch between realities. And the bonds that held them were way to strong to break out of. They had talked about the Mystic Falls gang, about Jeremy, about Stefan, about Elena… But soon those just became bitter memories of people they'd sacrificed their lives for and they succumed to silence. The only good thing about being dead was that they never became hungry or thirsty, their desire was permanently quenched. The white expanse never darkened, it remained that way for as long as he could remember. Damon let Bonnie contemplate what how come, while he wallowed in his own angst and self pity.
Around a month into their captivity the abuse and violence started. It had been verbal at first. A bunch of unseen voices shouting slurs, insults, and other indecipherable nonsense. It was loud and unbearable, but they could not drown out the noise. They could not even move their arms to cover their ears. It went on endlessly and all eventually turned into streams on nonsense. Bonnie and Damon could not have talked to each other if they'd tried. The voices would always drown them out. So they'd settled for letting their legs lie touching together. It served as a slight comfort for them. To know that there was someone that still existed next to them.
More time passed. He didn't know how much. Damon had lost track of the days they'd went to sleep and had woken up. He sat there looking forward into nothing to another day in the expanse of nothing, when cry of pain erupted from his companion. His sharp blue eyes narrowed on her. She was writhing in pain, tears pouring from her eyes, dark lines shot up through her veins in her arms, up her neck, and into her school. Her eyes turned white and she let out another pained groan. Damon swallowed he couldn't do anything to help her as he was tied to the bonds. He didn't have long to dwell on a way to help her because the black lines appeared on his arms. A wave of pain overtook him and he groaned in agony. His eyes burned with tears as he tried to stop himself from looking weak. Something was chanting over and over in the background. The voices. Unlike the previous endless, indecipherable mess, the voices melded together into one voice. Repeating the same thing over and over. Something about compensating for those who escaped the Otherside. Well crap. A wave of darkness hit as Damon seized uncontrollably. Blood poured from his now, but his tied arms prevented him from doing anything about it. The darkness washed over him like a wave. It looked so welcoming, so Damon did not fight the inevitable unconsciousness that came with it. As he lost consciousness, only one thought remained in his head. Where the hell was his brother?